Nine checking in.
God, this is so frickin' surreal. This cannot be happening. My parents are trapped in the city and I dunno if they're okay or not...Good Lord help us all.
Look, I know you guys are mad and you prolly wanna find that bastard who orchestrated this and feed him his testicles; I know I do. But that's not the way we should go about it. War is a horrible thing. I don't want there to be a war. We need to hunker down and get our country under control, then find out who did this. When we do, there'll be hell to pay for all our pain, but it should not be in the form of armed conflict.
Thanks everyone. L'il g, ed, everyone. You guys are great.